The Puppy: Fern's Adventures: Two

Fern adopts a puppy.

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Fern rolls over in his bed and looks at his poster covered wall. He grumbled at the unknown people in the photos, knowing he was way too lonely to have that be the first thing he saw every morning. It really depressed him.

He stared at the Christmas lights lighting up his room in the October day for a little bit before deciding he should get out of bed. He had already been out of bed today, as he had a morning class, but it was his only class all day, so he went back to his little apartment to take a nap.

He woke up feeling just as lonely and sad as he had gone to bed. He slid out of bed and stretched for an abnormally long period of time before immediately sitting at his desk with his soft fox blanket.

He starts scrolling through Instagram on his phone, curled up in a ball pretty uncomfortably in his desk chair. He knew if he stayed in bed, he totally would have fallen back asleep and ruined his afternoon and/or sleep schedule, though.

On his Instagram feed, someone posted that they had puppies for sale. He frowned, commented that puppy mills were unethical and shut off his phone.

As he commented he decided he wanted a puppy to keep him company. He threw his fox blanket to the side, grabbed his Doc Martens, and started to pull them on.

He was planning on going to an adoption center to adopt a puppy that needs a home instead of buying from a puppy mill that happened to pop up on his Instagram. He grabbed another flannel to slide over his (vintage) Five Seconds of Summer band tee, which he bought at the concert in like 2016. His black ripped skinny jeans gave away that he had the hots for Ashton.

He grabbed his keys to the apartment, his wallet, and dropped them into his trusted skeleton tote bag. He exits the apartment on a mission, ready to climb down the stairs. Then he checks that he locked the door a couple more times before actually beginning his climb down.

Headphone in ear, he has his newest playlist on shuffle as he googles his closest adoption center. He pulls up the directions on Waze and begins walking that way.

His phone said it would be a 20-minute walk so he estimated he would be there within 15 minutes. He watched his surroundings as he walked.

Some people had taken the time to decorate for Halloween, but not many. He was appalled at the lack of love for Halloween in his city.

15 minutes later he got to the shelter, and he excitedly put on his face mask to go in. He opens the door and is met with the smell of dog.

He talks to the manager about adopting, gets told it’s a $20 fee, agrees to the fee, and is then free to choose the dog of his dreams.

As he walks past the dogs that were too big for his little apartment, he feels sorry that he can’t adopt them all. But he 1) doesn’t have enough space and 2) doesn’t have enough money for all their $20 deposits.

He searches for an hour, very much annoying the manager, before deciding on adopting a medium sized Mutt named PBNJ.

He picked him mostly for the name.

Fern walked the overly happy dog all the way back to his new forever home, happier himself than he had been in months.